Thursday, July 24, 2014


slumber dragon shedding her
calloused scaly skincoat
the days toil worries
wondering writhing 
scratching twisting flipping 
     breaking free 
arising at dawn no 
memory of the struggle
only a damp tangle of 
bedding cast aside to 

1 comment:

  1. (i have no idea if my precious comment got posted or if the techno monsters ate it)

    I really like this poem, miss Michelle. It's rather terrifical. The imagery of the words and the attached photo… :-)